I kicked open the door and froze as soon as I saw the unconscious body that was sprawled across the wooden floor.

"Oh, did I mention I found a spell to make them move?"

I actually laughed. I seriously couldn’t help myself.

“Sweetie, I already had him so obviously he did want someone like me…many, many times. In fact, I vaguely remember him telling me that I was the first girl he ever loved,” I grinned spitefully at the stupid bitch as she gasped and dropped my wrist. “Oh, didn’t you know? Ah diddums,” I patted her head.

“What’s wrong?” J was looking at me with concern. I tried to pass it off as nothing but she wouldn’t have it. “You’ve got that little frown between your eyebrows that you only get when something upsets you and your jaw is so tense I’m worried you might not be able to open it again,” she giggled as she pulled the piece of parchment out of my hands. I watched her eyes scan the letter and froze when I saw the betrayal in her eyes.

“James Potter, will you pay me some bloody attention!”

“I was listening to you, you just kept calling my name, can you blame me if I got a bit distracted?” I winked and she blushed before remembering that she was angry.

“Your imagination will be the only thing distracting you for the foreseeable future if you don’t start listening to me"

Some mornings, I resented myself for looking into her head that day, for taking advantage of her vulnerable state to uncover what exactly she had been hiding from me for weeks.